As I thought about seeing my old classmates again, insecurities rolled in like a San Francisco fog. I considered making stuff up - I mean c’mon, who’s going to Google it –but I decided to stick with the facts. I live here, I do this, I like that, Benjamin-the-cat died and pretty soon I’m going to be a well-known writer. No, a famous writer. So famous that Billy Jennings will rue the day he dumped me for Denise DiMucci when she moved in across the street and wound up stealing all my boyfriends. So famous that Patty Wojac will be seriously sorry she ever made fun of me when I danced the watusi at Susie Kramer’s graduation party. Clearly this was going to take longer than I planned.
Three days later I was still on the first paragraph. I wasn't coming from the space of the accomplished, witty woman I fancied myself to be, I was thinking as the eight year old girl who tried too hard to be liked. Images of the clothes I wore to impress, the parties I threw to be popular, the teasing I took to fit in came back in vivid, 3D style. I got annoyed with myself for lingering too long over memories that made me cringe. What was the take-away here, what good could come from reviving a world I couldn't wait to leave behind on graduation day? Then I remembered Miss Belinda.
I was in the second grade and Miss Belinda was writing questions on the black board. With each question she'd choose a child from a sea of raised hands to give the answer. She passed me by so many times I finally blurted out one of the answers. She walked up to my desk, pulled me out of the chair and literally shook me, letting the class know that I was a bad example of how a good girl should behave. That embarrassing moment kept me stifled for years until I suddenly I saw it differently. I didn't know it then but I was a born communicator. Nothing, not even a teacher with a hair trigger temper, could sideline it.
We can't change the past but we can change its present moment effect in our life. The people and events that we allowed, quite innocently, to define us can also be redefined. When we focus on the flip side of perceived flaws the powerful Law of Attraction shifts course. Like thoughts will attract like thoughts until a new you emerges. Do you remember yourself as a loner who didn't fit the mold? Loners turn into entrepreneurs precisely because they don't run with the pack. The neighborhood boy who kids made fun of for building model airplanes now owns his own law firm.
If you have a dream that is yet to be realized, try to locate the root thought that's stopping you then look for its hidden treasure. There is something special about you the world is waiting for - your gift for healing, your knack for creating laughter, your flair for design. Find that root thought, focus on its blessing then turn around and share your special way of being with everyone you touch. That's only fair to the other kids on the playground.